Princess William
61648
Dar es Salaam, Tanzania
+255756432430
Princesswilliam93@yahoo.com
About 57500 words
TWO WEEKS
By Princess William
61648
Dar es Salaam, Tanzania
+255756432430
Princesswilliam93@yahoo.com
About 57500 words
TWO WEEKS
By Princess William
TWO WEEKS
CAN A MAN ENCOUNTER GOD AND HIS LIFE NOT CHANGE?
This is a story about a transfer student, who went to study in a University overseas and was challenged by a gang to betray her beliefs and faith.
Begin;
Begin;
Victoria had never travelled outside the borders of Tanzania before. However, her dream had always been to study outside the country.
Movies, novels and other products of globalization, influenced her mind to perceive that, America or any other country outside Africa, was the best place to live.
Movies, novels and other products of globalization, influenced her mind to perceive that, America or any other country outside Africa, was the best place to live.
Youths like Victoria were not lacking in the gatherings of five to ten elite people in Tanzania. Most of them were inspired by the sophisticated technology, developed culture and breathtaking views of buildings, bridges, sites and etcetera to think that, living nje was the best thing ever! They made various attempts to visit or even live abroad (outside Africa). Some, worked hard, some studied hard, some, married white people, some, sang or did the best in their talents.
Victoria did two. She prayed and worked hard.
She landed at JFK in the 19th year of her life, and pulling her bags across the huge vestibule of the airport, her heartbeat ran fast, feeling tantalized by everything around her.
There was the glowing glass floor under her feet, moving stairwells around the hall that transported people and their luggage. There were white people, black people, half-caste, Chinese, Korean, Hindu; all kinds of people of all kinds of cultures, being busy within the state that was highly esteemed as the home for the world.
Police officers that kept watch in the airport, roamed around with modest smiles. Vicky was not even scared of them. She wanted to go to one, pull his shirt in excitement and tell him, ‘Hey! I’m here. In your country!’
Vicky had never felt so fulfilled in her life. To be in USA and more so, ready to study in New York, was her dreams come to reality.
But, she had her plans before sharing to the rest of the world about her happiness. One month of getting used to places and then she could find a cool spot, (maybe Central Park) to take a snap and share on her social media accounts.
She also understood that, she had to find a part-time job, a church and well, she had to study hard and keep herself from bad groups and when she would be completely comfortable, then she could post, write in her blog, talk to friends and shout all about herself in America, in New York and in Manhattan.
There was the glowing glass floor under her feet, moving stairwells around the hall that transported people and their luggage. There were white people, black people, half-caste, Chinese, Korean, Hindu; all kinds of people of all kinds of cultures, being busy within the state that was highly esteemed as the home for the world.
Police officers that kept watch in the airport, roamed around with modest smiles. Vicky was not even scared of them. She wanted to go to one, pull his shirt in excitement and tell him, ‘Hey! I’m here. In your country!’
Vicky had never felt so fulfilled in her life. To be in USA and more so, ready to study in New York, was her dreams come to reality.
But, she had her plans before sharing to the rest of the world about her happiness. One month of getting used to places and then she could find a cool spot, (maybe Central Park) to take a snap and share on her social media accounts.
She also understood that, she had to find a part-time job, a church and well, she had to study hard and keep herself from bad groups and when she would be completely comfortable, then she could post, write in her blog, talk to friends and shout all about herself in America, in New York and in Manhattan.
Her thoughts paused when she spotted a couple wearing black overcoats, hovering before a waiting seat in the airport.
The lady also had a grey woolen scurf wrapped around her neck. She carried a paper or a photo and keenly looked at Victoria, waving the picture to the man.
When Victoria noticed the emblem of her University on the couple’s coats, she knew immediately that, it was they who were receiving her. She drew a broad smile on her face and increased pace toward them.
“Good evening?” Victoria greeted.
Immediately, the lady offered her hand. She was looking to be in her late forties and she gave her smile to Vicky, showing the wrinkles around her eyes. “Good evening. You must be Victoria Say?” she greeted and asked.
“Yes," Victoria replied joyfully, "I’m Victoria Saa.”
“Nice to meet you Victoria. I am Linda and this is Bard. We both work at the University of Ortegun. We are in charge of foreign admissions and we must say, congratulations for being admitted to our University.” She introduced herself.
Vicky grinned elatedly. She shook the lady’s hand and nodded to the man. “Nice to meet you two and thank you very much.”
Their hands parted.
“I suppose that, you have had a comfortable flight Vicky?” Bard asked before they began walking out together.
“Yes. I have never been on a plane before. This ride is one that, I will always remember.”
The couple smiled and nodded.
“That is nice. You will find life in Ortegun and in New York, to be one of the best experiences in your life. We also have students coming from Africa; Ghana, Nigeria, South Africa, Algeria and Kenya.” Linda said, leading the way out of the airport building.
“Are there more? Coming from Tanzania?” Vicky asked, keeping pace with the two in front of her. Walk like white people. She thought, inwardly.
“No.” Bard replied. “You will be our first student from Tanzania.”
Vicky remained silent, thinking of how her life would be.
“But, do not worry. You will be fine.” Linda said, as if she knew Vicky’s thoughts.
They walked out of the airport hall and emerged into a parking lot that was under the roof of the airport’s base.
The parking was packed with cars of all kinds but, few people roamed around, admitting their baggage into their car boots or receiving their friends and hugging them.
Vicky saw a couple kissing. She turned back to her hosts. “Thank you Linda. I am just happy to be here.”
Bard took out car keys from his coat pocket and pressed it to unlock the doors of a black van that also had a label of five torches of the University.
“We will go to Manhattan and drop you off at the apartment that you already booked for. You will spend the night there and Linda will pick you up in the morning.” Bard briefed.
“Thank you.” Vicky replied.
Bard opened the car doors and pulled the back door for Vicky to enter.
She noticed the stirring wheel to be on the left side of the drive.
Bard closed the door after her and boarded the van with Linda on the passenger’s seat next to him.
They had a long silent journey while, Vicky stared outside the window, being captivated by every view of New York.
The lady also had a grey woolen scurf wrapped around her neck. She carried a paper or a photo and keenly looked at Victoria, waving the picture to the man.
When Victoria noticed the emblem of her University on the couple’s coats, she knew immediately that, it was they who were receiving her. She drew a broad smile on her face and increased pace toward them.
“Good evening?” Victoria greeted.
Immediately, the lady offered her hand. She was looking to be in her late forties and she gave her smile to Vicky, showing the wrinkles around her eyes. “Good evening. You must be Victoria Say?” she greeted and asked.
“Yes," Victoria replied joyfully, "I’m Victoria Saa.”
“Nice to meet you Victoria. I am Linda and this is Bard. We both work at the University of Ortegun. We are in charge of foreign admissions and we must say, congratulations for being admitted to our University.” She introduced herself.
Vicky grinned elatedly. She shook the lady’s hand and nodded to the man. “Nice to meet you two and thank you very much.”
Their hands parted.
“I suppose that, you have had a comfortable flight Vicky?” Bard asked before they began walking out together.
“Yes. I have never been on a plane before. This ride is one that, I will always remember.”
The couple smiled and nodded.
“That is nice. You will find life in Ortegun and in New York, to be one of the best experiences in your life. We also have students coming from Africa; Ghana, Nigeria, South Africa, Algeria and Kenya.” Linda said, leading the way out of the airport building.
“Are there more? Coming from Tanzania?” Vicky asked, keeping pace with the two in front of her. Walk like white people. She thought, inwardly.
“No.” Bard replied. “You will be our first student from Tanzania.”
Vicky remained silent, thinking of how her life would be.
“But, do not worry. You will be fine.” Linda said, as if she knew Vicky’s thoughts.
They walked out of the airport hall and emerged into a parking lot that was under the roof of the airport’s base.
The parking was packed with cars of all kinds but, few people roamed around, admitting their baggage into their car boots or receiving their friends and hugging them.
Vicky saw a couple kissing. She turned back to her hosts. “Thank you Linda. I am just happy to be here.”
Bard took out car keys from his coat pocket and pressed it to unlock the doors of a black van that also had a label of five torches of the University.
“We will go to Manhattan and drop you off at the apartment that you already booked for. You will spend the night there and Linda will pick you up in the morning.” Bard briefed.
“Thank you.” Vicky replied.
Bard opened the car doors and pulled the back door for Vicky to enter.
She noticed the stirring wheel to be on the left side of the drive.
Bard closed the door after her and boarded the van with Linda on the passenger’s seat next to him.
They had a long silent journey while, Vicky stared outside the window, being captivated by every view of New York.
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